Oct 2018
It really wasn't supposed to be like this.
This banal.
This mundane.
I was supposed to be some kinda.
Something.
By now.
The torpor is aftertaste.
The depression.
Par for the course.
This banal.
This mundane.
I was supposed to be some kinda.
Something.
By now.
The torpor is aftertaste.
The depression.
Par for the course.
(41/M/Somewhere in Canada)
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